My life is a bowl which is mine to brim,
with lovliness old and new,
So fill its clay from stem to rim,
with you, dear heart,
with you
My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and a glimpse of blue
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
Are you, dear heart,
are you
My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Home to the heaven
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